We had a room full of 40 Australians, all drunk as piss and standing on their chairs singing "waltzing matilda". They spent just shy of $5000 and left only $500 for a tip. Basically...the same as stealing $400 from someone. It was great fun to clean up after them as well, carefully cleaning their thrown mashed potatoes off of our $10,000 paintings. Nice folks.

As an Irishman (Irish stock) who had to work St. Paddy's (and yes, I knew it was Paddy) it sucked. Two worst days to work in the restaurant biz are St. Paddy's and Mother's Day.

Whilst we had a lot of drunken clowns tonight it wasn't too bad overall. It's just a ton of work relative to the money you make.

Heh, there was one really hot chick in the bar tonight that had a green shirt with shamrocks and it read "Feelin' Lucky?". Would have been sweet as all get out to get lucky with her. I tried my best to find a shirt that said, 'Bang me, I'm Irish', to no avail.

Slàinte!

"No no no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with leadpipe cruelty, mercenery sensibility. You know... sports, sex, no real relationships. How about you - how have the years been treating you?"- Martin Q. Blank

“That's it. You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college!”